Wrong Place, Wrong Time
by Song of Midnight
Summary: This is the story of Kallie Ellison, a girl who went for a walk in the woods one day and ended up being dumped into a place suspiciously resembling Middle Earth. The thing is, she thinks it's all a dream and so wreaks havoc on the poor Fellowship. Will she ever get home, will she ever understand the real dangers of Middle Earth, and will she ever get this mud stain off her jeans!
1. Chapter 1

Summary: This is the story of Kallie Ellison, a girl who went for a walk in the woods one day and ended up being dumped unceremoniously into a place that suspiciously resembles Middle Earth. The thing is, she thinks it's all a dream and so wreaks havoc upon the poor Fellowship. Will she ever get home, will she ever realise the very real danger that being a member of the Fellowship brings, and _will she ever get this mud stain off her jeans?!_

You know you can sometimes have those days when everything that can possibly go wrong does?

Yeah, this was one of those days.

It started with my recurring nightmare of being lost inside a giant maze during a thunderstorm (don't ask...). My alarm shattered my dream world, thankfully, but one look in my full-length mirror and I just knew it would be _one of those days_. My light grey eyes looked tired and haunted, lingering effects of the nightmare. Oh, and my hair! My beautiful, white-blonde, poker-straight _hair_! It was one giant explosion of frizz, from the roots right the way down to my waist.

The shower barely helped and my evil, plotting mother pushed me out of the house to school before I'd even had chance to put on make-up. My hated freckles were bared to the world.

Needless to say, I was feeling pretty rebellious and pissed off – actually, being a sixteen-year-old girl, I pretty much always felt like that. But today was different. I just wasn't in the mood for the social politics of school, and the prospect of my timetable today – English, Dutch language and (shudder) maths, certainly didn't help. So I made a snap decision. Instead of the boring, noisy walk through the streets to my school, I turned right down the narrow dirt path that led into a small forest behind my house.

Once I was safely out of sight, hidden beneath the sheltering branches, I breathed out a sigh of relief and smiled for the first time that day. _That's right world, Kallie Ellison is skipping school!_

Because I'm still a little kiddie at heart, I started skipping then, my backpack bouncing around on my back and my hair flying out behind me. The fresh smell of the green plant life around me and the hint of warmth from the rising sun brought out the dimple in my cheeks and I began to think that, hey, maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all.

Of course, that was when it started to rain. The cruel, sadistic kind of rain that drenches you before you even have time to think, "shit. I left my umbrella at home." As if it would help, I pulled the hood of my dark blue hoodie over my hair, grateful that I was wearing warm jeans and trainers. A voice in the back of my head kept telling me to turn around, leave, I wasn't meant to be here, but I ignored it and traipsed on. My nerdy sister Mia would be at school by now and I was not prepared to put up with the teasing that would inevitably ensue if she saw me looking like this. Let's just say that _she _was always complaining about being left out of things, about how it was unfair that I had so many friends and she so few. I try to tell her that, if she just straightened her dark brown hair and put on some make-up every once in a while, she'd attract more attention. But she just tells me to stop being so vain and shallow and then slams the door to her room, reading her nerdy books and watching her nerdy films.

I do, somewhere deep down, know that she's probably right. So maybe I am a little shallow, but look where it's got me! Plenty of friends, a few boyfriends (although none of them lasted) and a pretty damn wonderful social life. I also feel a little guilty for calling her a nerd so much. Although I never, ever admitted it, I actually half enjoyed the first _Lord of the Rings _film she forced me to watch last Christmas. But I could never tell my friends that. They'd just laugh at me.

Wrapped up in my own thoughts, at first I didn't find it strange that, although the rain had stopped, the rhythmic sound of raindrops hitting the earth continued. At first I thought it was just the leaves gradually drooping under the weight of the water and letting the odd drop fall to the ground. But...no. No, this sounded like a heavy rainstorm, somewhere off to my left.

Half in a dream, I wandered over to where the sound was coming from. I couldn't see anything, unless...wait. Was the light a subtly different shade between those two trees? The sun was shining now, but that one area looked to be in shadow. As I stepped slowly forwards, some basic instinct in me screamed at me to turn and run, _turn and run_! And I almost did.

Until I heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps behind me and felt my blood turn to ice.

Whipping my head around, I thought I caught sight of a patch of solid darkness weaving with a deadly grace through the trees towards me. My instincts did a U-turn and suddenly I found myself wanting to step even further towards the sound of the invisible rainstorm. It was almost as if something was pulling me forwards. The tug got stronger the closer I got until I couldn't move away. I could only move helplessly forwards as the magnetic pull forced my arms out in front of me, my hair streaming forwards around my face as my feet left the ground and I was sucked headfirst into darkness.

There was a brief moment of weightlessness, then an unseen force roughly pushed me from behind and I literally flew out of _freaking thin air_ to land in an ungainly sprawl on the muddy ground.

Being terrified and slightly hysterical, I did the only rational thing I could think of doing, which was to let out the loudest, girliest scream I could make. Surely, after this beauty of a scream, all the noble, chivalrous men within a ten-mile radius would come running.

After a while, my scream tapered out into a slight whimper as I had to stop for air. Looking around me, I realised that I wasn't even in a goddamn forest anymore. It was like I'd literally flown to a totally different place. Hell, I couldn't even tell if I was in England anymore. This place was all nature, all green and brown and _dirty_! Dirt! I was sitting in _dirt_!

With another girly shriek I leapt up and sighed dramatically as I saw the ugly dark mud stain on my pale blue jeans.

_Priorities, Kallie!_ said the rational voice in my mind and I went back to trying to figure out where on earth I was. _Nothing _here was familiar. A sickening panic started gnawing at the pit of my stomach before I finally came up with a rational explanation. A dream! This was all a dream! I, like the clumsy idiot I was, had tripped on some sort of malicious tree root and knocked myself out. I was just dreaming. Someone was bound to find my unconscious body sooner or later and help me; I'd wake up in hospital surrounded by flowers and balloons and pity presents. Until then, I decided to enjoy myself in whatever dream-world my subconscious mind had, literally, thrown me into.

Which was why, when I turned around to see a gorgeous, dark-haired guy with _smouldering _blue eyes looking at me quizzically, I said the first thing that came into my head.

"Well hey there, Mr. SexyPants, any idea where the hell we are?"

Song of Midnight's ramblings...

So, I hope you enjoyed chapter one! The Fellowship will feature much more from now on (betcha can guess who that mysterious dark-haired man was at the end, hehe). This is my first fanfic so any reviews would be immensely appreciated! Any criticism (nice criticism, mean stuff I'll just ignore) would be brilliant, I'm always looking to improve my writing!

I know that Kallie comes across as kind of a bitch at times, but y'know, I want her character to have some flaws, plus I'm looking forward to describing her interactions with the Fellowship (they won't be putting up with her nonsense for long, mwahahah...). Oh yes, and I'm fairly sure there will be romance, but that will come later!

Basically, it would mean a lot to me if all you lovely lovely readers (no, I'm not being nice to you so you'll review my story, not at all...) would review and let me know what you think!


	2. Chapter 2: Awkward Introductions

So here's Chapter 2! I realise I forgot to do a disclaimer for Chapter 1 so I'll do one now instead. Ahem. Here goes. *Clears voice*

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. That's right. This may shock and amaze some people, but I am not in fact the great Mr. Tolkien. The only character I own is Kallie, although it's debatable who owns who here, as half the time she says what she likes and ignores me.

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Mr. Gorgeous Guy looked at me oh, so intensely, making my heart rate pick up a little. His expression was guarded, careful, and it was almost as if there was a hint of mistrust in his (drool) blue eyes. "You do not know where you are? How can that be?"

I almost flinched at the obvious mistrust in his voice. This guy scared me a little, which made me get defensive and more than a little pissed off. This was my dream!

"Well I don't know! Tell you what, next time you get pulled through fucking thin air and end up in a totally foreign place you tell me! Oh and by the way, you speak like a freaking medieval knight wannabe." Stressed and annoyed, I raked my hands through my hair, damp from the rain that was just starting to ease, and glared at him.

I must have come across as nothing more than a typical moody teenager because his shoulders relaxed a little and the small crease between his eyebrows smoothed out.

"I must admit, my lady, that I am not familiar with your way of speaking. Much of what you said I cannot understand. You say you do not know where you are?"

Ok, the guy had a weird accent, so I guessed my dream self was in another country. I was still clinging desperately to the dream theory. If I started telling myself all this was real...hell, I'd probably go mental. "Nope." I shrugged. "Not a clue. One minute I was in a forest in England, the next minute I'm here."

The guy stared at my face for a long time, as though he was looking for signs that I might be lying. Finally, he sighed as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

"England is not a place I am familiar with. The manner of your arrival hints at magic, though whether for good or ill I cannot say. I can only hope that one of my companions will know more. We are at present, my lady, in Middle Earth, a few days ride from Rivendell. Is that familiar to you?"

Well shit. Looked like I'd fallen into one of Mia's daydreams. Damnit. Next I'd probably have that brooding, constantly-gazing-out-into-the-horizon elf guy coming on to me. "Middle Earth. _Middle fucking Earth?_ Is this a joke?" The man's face darkened as I spoke and I guessed he didn't appreciate all the swearing. "Ok...not a joke. Oh! So I guess this must mean you're...um..." I cast my mind back to when I'd watched a Lord of the Rings film over a year ago. Something to do with walking. "Oh! Wanderer! You're Wanderer!"

Wanderer's face clouded over with confusion. "No, I am afraid you mistake me for another. I am Aragorn, known to others as Strider."

"Oh, Strider! Hey, I was close. Oops, yeah, Wanderer was that girl in the host. My bad." Credit where credit's due, Strider didn't seem fazed that I'd just mistaken him for a girl. Then what he'd said fully dawned on me. "Whoa. Wait, did you say magic?"

"Yes. Although I cannot be certain. Come, the rest of my companions are resting nearby. If you were truly brought here by a wizard's spell, then leaving you alone in the wilderness would be foolish."

Without waiting for me, Strider strode (see what I did there?) down a gentle incline towards a load of rocks strewn over part of the green landscape. As I slipped and slid down the muddy grass after him, I realised that there were figures sitting amongst the rocks, pretty well hidden from a distance. I counted four curly heads and assumed they were the hobbits. There was an intensely ginger guy, and I mean _ginger_, and I planned to bombard him with evil ginger-related jokes if my dream self stuck around for long enough. There was another random guy who looked kinda sexy, although not in Strider's smouldering, badass way. He was talking to the wizard who suspiciously resembled Santa Clause on a strict diet. And yep, there he was, that blond elf guy, standing on a flat expanse of rock and – I knew it – _gazing out into the distance_.

This whole thing seemed so utterly ridiculous that I wasn't even nervous when the ginger dwarf subtly laid a hand on his axe when he saw us approaching.

Strider gestured to Gandalf. "I need to speak with you. I believe Sour Man has something to do with this woman's appearance here." At Sour Man's – or whatever Strider had called him – name, Gandalf's face darkened and he stood, oddly gracefully for a guy who looked to be around a hundred. As the two gossiped together like old women, I took the time to introduce myself. The hobbits looked curious and surprisingly young and innocent, while the rest were regarding me warily. The dwarf even looked a little disgusted as he stared at me openly.

"So," I gestured dramatically to myself, "I'm Kallie Ellison. Nice to meet you all." Silence. "Well aren't you all just a bundle of laughs," I muttered under my breath.

The other man – Strider and Gandalf were still having a pretty heated discussion off to one side – decided to break the Fellowship's silence. "Was it you we heard cry out not long ago, Lady Kallie?"

_Lady Kallie. _Very nice. Ok, this guy is most definitely going in my good books. "Oh, yeah, that was me. I kinda freaked out a bit when I first arrived here. You see, Strider over there," I waved at him and he waved back, eying me like I'd just lost my mind, "thinks someone...um...'magicked' me here. One minute I was in the forest near my home, the next thing I knew I was sitting on a muddy hill in a fictional world."

Ginger Dwarf Dude spoke up then. "Fictional you say?" I noticed that his expression was still much more wary than the others'. Surely he could see that a freaking teenage girl posed no threat to him?

I nodded emphatically. "Yeah, this place, Middle Earth, it's from a story book. I've never read it, but I've seen the first film." Blank looks. I noticed that Strider and Gandalf had stopped their gossiping to listen too. "Ah, right. A film is a load of people acting out a book that we can watch whenever we want. Anyway, where I come from, Middle Earth isn't real. Hey! I don't remember a lot, but I can tell you a couple of things that'll happen in your futures!"

Hearing this, Gandalf decided to go all deadly serious on me. "No. Lady Kallie, you must _never_ speak of our future. The smallest thing changed could have disastrous consequences. Promise me you will not speak of what these books foretell."

"You mean you believe me?" I asked, surprised and relieved. Apparently in a world where magic was an accepted fact, people were more willing to believe in the impossible. Gandalf lowered his eyebrows and glowered at me. "Oh, lighten up, Santa, I promise! I won't say a single word about what'll happen to you. Hell, I only know a couple of things anyway."

Gandalf's expression softened slightly. "Good. And in answer to your question, yes. I believe your tale, child, because there was one other, long ago, who appeared in this world in much the same manner as you have described. She too believed this world to be fictional."

My heart soared. "You mean there was someone else like me? Can I see her? Where is she?"

"That, child, is for me to know and you to find out. I will tell you her story, but not at present. Now, I assume that you are aware of the burden that Frodo here carries?"

I looked curiously at the little dark-haired hobbit. He looked cute, with his round cheeks and sparkly blue eyes. Cute, but fragile, and I wondered why on earth he, of all people, had been chosen to take the ring to that volcano thing. "Yeah, some ring of ultimate power, right?"

"Hold your tongue, girl," Strider hissed, as Frodo shifted uncomfortably and wouldn't meet my eyes. "You must not speak lightly of such things here. Sour Man's spies could be anywhere."

"Even standing before our very eyes," muttered Gimli, glaring at me. I opened my mouth to retort when Gandalf hastily interrupted us.

"Be that as it may, we cannot simply abandon Lady Kallie here. Nor can we leave her to make her way alone to Rivendell. And until she earns my full trust, I would like to keep an eye on her myself."

"Creep," I muttered. One of the hobbits, the youngest, snorted a laugh and I grinned at him. At least one of these guys seemed to have a sense of humour. I looked around, at the seemingly everlasting brown landscape, at the terrifying, towering mountains in the distance, and at the serious faces of the Fellowship. "So, what now?"

Gandalf spoke up. "Until we decide what is to be done with you, Lady Kallie, you shall be travelling with the Fellowship."

Well shit. I think I just became the unofficial tenth member of the Fellowship of the Ring.

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Song of Midnight's ramblings

Woohoo! Chapter 2 is finished! Sorry if things seem a bit slow at first, I'll be getting to some action soon – but first I'll be nice and give the poor Fellowship a bit of time to get used to Kallie. I have a feeling she'll be a bit of a handful for them...

Again, if you have any suggestions/criticism/advice, please review! It would really mean a lot!


	3. 3: of Freaky Birds and a Giant Sneeze

**Voila! Chapter 3 is here! Hope you enjoy, and please please review! :)**

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Scrunching up my face in disgust, I sat down gingerly on a flat piece of stone, still damp and slippery from the rain. This was going to be a long, long journey.

"So, you all know my name, now are you gonna introduce yourselves? Jeez, I thought you guys were meant to be all chivalrous and stuff."

Strider gave me a tight smile, half apologetic and half pissed off, and gestured to each person in turn. "As I have already said, I am Strider. This is Gandalf, Legolas, Boromir, Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin and Gimli." I received smiles from the hobbits and gruff nods from Boromir and Gimli. Even Legolas stopped posing on his rock and walked over to join the rest of us. Since I was apparently in some sort of coma-induced dream, I didn't see the problem with staring, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, at the elf now that I was getting my first proper look at him. I'd always thought of him as kind of a sissy, but his face was strong and angular, and very, very masculine, and the way he moved was with a fluid kind of grace that any ballet dancer would kill for.

His eyes flickered to my face. "Lady Kallie? Is there a problem?"

Shaking my head to clear it, I found him watching me with an unreadable expression. "Problem? Oh, hell no! No, I was just appreciating your undeniable sexiness. Legolas, my little elf-y friend, you are _freaking hot._"

I noticed Gimli's shoulders shaking as he took out his axe and started cleaning it. He looked suspiciously as though he was trying not to laugh.

"Hot, Lady Kallie?" came Legolas' somewhat flustered reply. "No, I can assure you that I am not too warm at present." I noticed that he specifically avoided mentioning the sexy comment.

I burst into laughter. "I disagree." Noticing a less-than-impressed look from Gandalf, I stopped laughing. "Never mind. Although Strider, I think I may have to give the title of Mr. SexyPants to Legolas. I hope you'll understand."

There was an awkward pause and I discovered that I was actually enjoying making these serious guys uncomfortable. Sure, give them a huge army to fight, no problem. But one outspoken teenage girl? They were completely out of their element, and I liked it. It gave me a sense of power and, smirking evilly, I decided that I would have more awkward conversations with them later on.

It was Pippin who broke the silence by asking about the place I'd come from, so I happily launched into an explanation of my life back home. I think, after my pathetic description of a TV, they were under the impression that it was a glass box where we kept tiny people prisoner and forced them to tell stories, but overall I satisfied their seemingly endless questions. While I chatted to the hobbits, Sam cooked some sort of vile raw meat over a small fire and I tried not to look. It was around midday and the sun had by now broken its way through the hazy grey clouds.

Apparently the Fellowship had just stopped for a rest and a small meal when they'd heard me scream. I could see that Strider was already impatient to be off and kept glancing at Sam's cooking pot to see if the meat was cooked. Personally, I was in no rush to be off. One of the few things I remembered from the film was that there was a shit load of walking, and a cave with some sort of giant dragon thing in. _Great, I can't wait to come face to face with that,_ I thought glumly.

I was just starting to doze off, listening to the sounds of the hobbits fighting with Boromir and the quiet buzz of voices when a cry from Legolas jolted me awake again.

"Crebain from Dunland!"

"Hide!" ordered Aragorn.

"What? Who the fuck is Crebain and why are you screaming about him? Is he like a celebrity or something?" I mumbled sleepily. Opening my eyes, I saw various people scattering under jutting outcrops of rock and looking up at the sky. Only then did I see the big black birds and it dawned on me that they posed some kind of danger.

I leapt to my feet and ran in a circle while I tried to find somewhere to hide. Unexpectedly, hands grabbed my ankles and pulled me roughly to the ground and I rolled underneath the nearest bush to find myself, literally, face to face with Legolas.

I lay there freaking out for a few seconds, afraid of why strong warrior guys would flee before these Crebain birds. Then I breathed out a sigh of relief and laughed to myself. Hearing me, Legolas raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I was actually scared for my life then, before I remembered that this is all a dream," I explained, feeling pretty damn stupid.

Legolas' face clouded over in confusion even as he clapped a hand to my mouth and glared at me, nodding at the birds, now almost directly above us. I rolled my eyes.

All was silent, save the flapping of wings and the noisy cries of the birds, for a few seconds. Then, I felt the unmistakable twitch in my nose that signalled a sneeze approaching. I just had time to close my eyes in mortification and think _no, please, no, _before the sneeze took over me. Let me just say, I am famous in my school for my sneezes. They're loud. I mean, _really_ loud. And this one was no exception.

The birds as one made an abrupt turn and dived very low over our hiding places. _Oh shit. My nose has doomed us all and I've only been here for about an hour._

Then, for no reason I could see, the Crebain rose higher into the air again and flew away. Looking to my side, I saw Legolas staring at me with his usual unreadable expression. Although...there was a small crease between his eyebrows that made me think he was a little disgusted.

I glared at him. "What? Oh, I'm guessing all you perfect Barbie-doll elves don't sneeze, right?" I laid a hand on my forehead and pretended to swoon. "Think how unhygienic that would be!"

Legolas ignored me, instead taking hold of my forearm and pulling me swiftly to my feet. He didn't let go, however, once I was standing. Instead, his grip tightened and he leaned in towards me. I got a distinct scent of spicy ferns and pine needles, and just general cleanliness, and almost caught myself drooling. His voice, when he spoke, was low and urgent.

"Lady Kallie, you cannot go on believing yourself to be in a dream. I can assure you that all of this is real and-"

"Well of course you'd say that!" I interrupted impatiently. "You're part of my imagination!"

His grip tightened even more and I grit my teeth. "You are not listening to me. Lady Kallie, this world is dangerous. You must realise that these dangers are very, very real. Please." He looked me levelly in the eyes. "I promise you this is no dream."

My own eyes wide, I stared at him, and felt the very first flicker of doubt within me. But then he released me and walked away, leaving me with my thoughts, and the spell was broken. Of course a character in my dream wouldn't _admit _to being a character in my dream. Although...try as I might, I still couldn't remember actually falling and knocking myself out. But that was the only explanation, I told myself stubbornly. This was a story. Fiction. Nothing more.

I wandered over to where the others had formed a loose circle just in time to hear Gandalf say, "We must take the pass of Caradhras!" and gesture to a huge, jagged mountain formation jutting up out of the rugged landscape. Gimli muttered something at this and the hobbits looked almost as worried as I felt.

"You expect me to climb up there? It's a fucking mountain! As in, an actual, huge, giant mountain! And is that..." I squinted. "It is! It's covered in snow! No. No way in hell am I climbing that." I folded my arms and glared defiantly at all the annoyed faces that had turned towards me.

"Stop being so selfish, lass," Gimli huffed. "This quest shall not be compromised on the whims of a young girl!"

"Selfish?" I cried in outrage. "I'll give you selfish you stupid ginger f-"

"Please stop!" said a quiet, solemn voice and I looked up in surprise to see Frodo standing there, his hands spread in a placating gesture. My heart melted a little and I relaxed my fists.

"Sorry, Frodo," I said quietly, ashamed. "I get that this is important. We don't really have much choice in this, huh?"

He gave me a shy smile and I tentatively returned it. There was something about that hobbit that just made you want to protect him and I began to understand why Sam was constantly watching over him like a mother hen.

I looked up once more at the imposing mountain pass towering above me. It was still a fair walk away, but even from this distance it looked so cold and unforgiving that I shivered despite my warm hoodie.

Gandalf in the lead with Strider at his side, we set off. I walked with Merry and Pippin and listened to them talk wistfully about a place called the Shire. Sam dutifully handed out pieces of meat – what kind I didn't want to ask – and on we plodded.

I kept myself amused listening to the hobbits' stories of their rebellious tween years – although admittedly, I did sometimes get distracted watching Legolas leap from rock to rock with the agile grace of a cat. Stupid perfect elf.

All was going fairly well until disaster struck when I realised, to my utter horror, that I needed the loo. _But what if peeing here makes me wet myself in real life?_ Oh, this was a terrible predicament. Frodo's problems were nothing compared to mine right now!

Unsure of how to do it discreetly (I mean, how do I choose which guy to inform that I need to go pee?) I stopped abruptly, causing Sam to bump into me from behind, his cooking utensils clanging out into the still afternoon air.

"EVERYBODY, STOP!" They did, turning to look at me in concern. "I really really need the toilet!"

"Oh, for pity's sake," muttered Boromir, sharing a pissed-off look with Gimli. Eesh, that dwarf really didn't like me. "Go then, girl!" he added when I didn't move.

"Where?" I looked around in growing horror. "Oh, no. I don't have to pee behind a bush or something do I? That's fucking disgusting!" Glancing from face to face, I realised that I would be getting no sympathy from these guys. "Fine. You guys go ahead, I'll catch up when I'm done," I grumped. I noticed the poor hobbits were blushing slightly, and Legolas had that slightly disgusted look back.

When I was done, after much complaining, I jogged to catch up with the others, the muscles in my calves and thighs already screaming at me to take a break. I'd just had my first taste of the darker side of travelling with the Fellowship, and I did not like it. The enormous mountain, getting closer and closer with every step, dampened my mood even further.

I decided to sing random bits from _The Lion King_ to pass the time and try to lighten the atmosphere a little, completely ignoring the annoyed looks from certain members of the Fellowship. Clearly they couldn't appreciate good music.

But despite my efforts, I couldn't help the flutter of nerves in my stomach every time I glanced up from my trainers to see the mountain looming over us. I felt like a fly willingly walking into a spider's web. _I just hope I wake up before I have to actually climb that thing..._

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**I hope you enjoyed Chapter 3! Three chapters in 3 days, not too bad huh? ;) I have a ridiculous amount of free time at the moment, as my exams are over and I've not started my summer job yet so plenty of time to write!**

**A big big thank you to LalaithElerrina, my first reviewer! :D**

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